"Flaaaaash!"
"Yeah, 'sup wit the shoutin'?" Flash dashed over, smirking.
"This."
"Right."
Flash bent down and took the wrench from Ash and observed the oven, digesting in every angle's detail. "Hmm.."
Ash smirked. "This troubles you? Then how'd you fix my mom's car, Speed?"
"Er.." Flash stood back up, scratching his head. "I don't know either, dude."
"You're hopeless." Ash shook his head and grabbed the wrench from Flash's grip, rolling down underneath the car and with a few clanks plus a few squeaks, Ash rolled back out and clapped his hands. "Yay me."
Flash raised a brow. "If you could do it yourself, why get me to do it?"
"Because I wanted you to see me do it. Everyone knows you're our custodian's little assistant. You help him fix everything, man." Ash laughed.
"But why me? Why do I have to see you do it?"
"Because of this." Ash reached into his pocket and took out a nearly torn piece of paper. "They're hosting a technician contest thing. Whoever fixes the most things in twenty minutes wins." He put it back in his pocket and put his hands on his hips. "So, do I have potential?"
"First of all...why do you even want to do this? I thought you were more into studying and all that." Flash asked skeptically.
Ash snorted. "You think I would give up my smarts? Beat it!" He leaned in closer to Flash's ear and spoke in a whisper. "The prize is a million dollars."
"Ready, steady...AND LET THE TIMER BEGIN!" The MC yelled into the microphone and stood aside to let the contestants run toward their broken engines and all that.
Flash laughed as he watched Ash struggle with picking up all the tools. But deep inside, he knew he shouldn't be laughing. Ash was doing the wrong thing, being nervous and anxious, so Flash should be actually supporting him. Suddenly, as if a miracle, Ash seemed to find a way to control his anxiety and began to work steadily, slowly catching up to the other people. Sighing in satisfaction, Flash picked up a brochure from the ground and began to read.
HIDDEN GIFT CENTRE
Find your talent that you have never even known of before!
Maybe you think you have one, but this course shall let you uncover more of your god given gifts!
Contact us now at 2910 - GIFT to register!
"Yeah, I definitely need a talent." Flash murmured. Self-consciously, he knew his talent was his incredible speed and his quick adaptation with gizmos. But maybe there was more? He slipped out his phone and began to key in the numbers.
At the same time, back at the T.H.O.S.E. HQ...
"Hawk! Answer the phone!" Blade snapped sharply as he heard the phone ring with its annoying tone.
"Right away, boss!" Hawk scurried over to the phone, tripping twice as he made his way over.
Picking up the phone, he squeaked, "Hello?"
On the other end, there was a familiar voice, but it was more child tone. "Hello? Is this the Hidden Gift Centre?"
"Ah, yes!" Hawk cleared his throat and rumbled deeply. "What may I do for you, child?"
"I would like to reg-"
"Of course! What is your name?"
"Flash Si-"
"Simon, right?"
Hawk heard a gasp come from Flash. "Uh...how do you know?"
"I just know, Simon." Hawk smirked cheekily, hiding a giggle.
"Uh...okay."
Hawk cleared his throat again, resuming to his serious tone. "Your age..?"
"13."
"Alright. Thank you."
Hawk slammed the phone down.
The phone was dead. The man had hung up on him.
"What the heck..?" Flash frowned at his phone, but at the same time the MC was announcing the winners.
"AAAAAAAND ASHTON ALISHAN IS THE WINNER OF OUR CONTEST!"
And before Ash could even reach his best friend and receive a happy congratulations, Flash was dragged into darkness.
Into nothing.
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